Chapter 208 [Little Tibetan Mastiff Simba]

At this time, people around started talking. Some said that the little guy was sick, and some said that the little guy had just been weaned. It has not yet reached the stage of eating solid food. Seeing everyone talking about it, Belsinger stood up from the ground and said to everyone with a smile.

"What are these uneducated people talking about? It's not that the little guy doesn't eat meat, and it's not that he can't eat cooked meat."

"But we won't use those mature meats, what else? Give the little guy a piece of the raw mutton leftover, and see if it eats meat."

Since there were many people at home, Belsinger prepared too many ingredients, all of them were big-bellied men, but after eating and drinking, there was still a lot of ingredients left. Now that the weather is hot, the meat will stink when we take it back to the hotel.

Now that it was fresh, Brooke took the first step with a cutting knife and cut a small strip of meat from a fresh leg of lamb. He placed it on the dinner plate and handed it to Belsinger. Because Ao dogs like Tibetan Mastiffs are so physically powerful that they can compete with talented wolves, tigers and leopards, but as the saying goes, those with well-developed limbs must have a simple mind.

Therefore, Tibetan Mastiffs do not have a large brain capacity. To put it simply, they are not very smart. In addition, they need to learn various skills from their parents. After leaving their parents when they were very young, little Tibetan Mastiffs will look very stupid and stupid. In fact, this is the result of lack of experience.

But the little guy only knows one master in his life. This is an indisputable fact. Apart from himself knowing how ferocious this little guy is, others really can't control this little guy. So Belsinger took the mutton with his own hands and fed it to the little guy. This would make this little Tibetan mastiff, who was as blank as a piece of white paper, have a good impression of him.

Then he recognized his master. From then on, this little guy would only listen to his own orders and treat others with disdain. In addition, they are all fellows from China. As the saying goes, when fellows see fellows, they burst into tears. Although they are fierce Tibetan mastiffs, their souls belong to the mainland of China, so they are naturally close to each other.

Sure enough, as Belsinger said, the little Tibetan Mastiff looked down upon the fragrant and sizzling hand mutton. For the mutton with fresh blood, he has a deep love for the bone marrow. He smelled it and ate it hungrily.

The appetite is very large, a piece of fish and mutton weighs half a catty, and the little guy feels like he has never eaten anything. He hummed and came to Belsinger's feet. While acting coquettishly, he licked Belsinger's hand, which clearly meant that he was not full.

So Singer personally placed the whole leg of lamb in front of the little guy. Good guy, what does it mean to gobble it up? Only then did everyone know. The little guy, whose teeth were not yet fully grown, tore up the mutton without hesitation and swallowed the whole piece, finishing half of the whole leg of mutton. Only then did he stop biting, and instead hung the leg of lamb in his mouth with great effort.

He was dragging the leg of mutton with difficulty into the forest while watching Belsinger's barking. His intention was very clear, that is, he wanted Belsinger to follow him. It seems that the little guy is in some kind of trouble? So Belsinger took Brooke behind the little Tibetan Mastiff.

After entering the dense palm forest, turning left and right, and passing through a bush, a rocky hillside appeared in front of us. Then the little guy struggled to climb up the hillside. Because he was too young, he still had half a leg of lamb in his mouth. He took one step up and three steps back. However, the little guy was very strong and kept working hard.

But how long would it take for the little guy to climb like this to figure things out, so Belsinger held the little guy in his arms. Climbing up the hillside, I saw a dense jungle in front of me. Overgrown with weeds, I could hear the chirping of birds and the chirping of some insects.

Because the weeds were so dense, there was no way to walk. At this time, the little guy struggled in his arms and put the little Tibetan Mastiff on the ground. The little guy held half a leg of lamb in his mouth and turned a corner, bypassing a road where a very small beast appeared in front of a stone walking back and forth.

And it was very wide. At this time, Brooke, who had a keen sense of smell, stopped Belsinger outside the grass, sniffed his nose, and then said in horror. "Sir, something is wrong with this place. I smell the scent of a wild beast. This is on the seaside in downtown Mumbai. Could some wild beast appear?"

Belsinger didn't care to make sure that the little Tibetan mastiff would not harm him, so he smiled and said. "Look at your courage. You are not even afraid of me, the master. What are you afraid of? The little guy won't harm me. Just follow me. You may know the answer soon."

The road the beasts walked on was very low and surrounded by thick grass, so they could only crawl through it on their knees. I followed the little guy and crawled for more than ten meters, then turned a corner and crawled for another twenty meters before a cave appeared.

There are traces of claws all around the cave. It seems that the beast escaped from the cave by itself, then saw the little Tibetan Mastiff and got in. I also heard the sound of the little Tibetan Mastiff humming, and the sound was very anxious and desolate, which made Bell's character feel very puzzled as to who was in the cave.

In order to understand the situation, he stuck his head in regardless of Brooke's obstruction. Through the darkness, he could vaguely see a huge black thing lying in the hole. But the little Tibetan Mastiff was anxiously circling around the black object. No matter how much it howled, the black object just didn't respond.

Luckily, I often smoke, so I brought a lighter and cigarettes with me. I took out the lighter and shone it inside. The guy was a strong female Tibetan mastiff, lying in the cave. There was a strong smell of blood coming from the Tibetan mastiff, and the skin on her body had been torn into strips. It seemed that she had returned to her cave with serious injuries after a hard fight. What kind of beast could hurt a female Tibetan mastiff like this?

Seeing the swollen vagina of the female Tibetan mastiff, I knew that the little guy was the only child of the seriously injured female Tibetan mastiff who died. What a great mother, even though her fur was torn into strips and blood was flowing all over the ground, it can be seen how painful the bone wound was. But for the safety of her child, she still insisted on returning to her cave to feed her only child.

But because the injury was too serious, she bled too much and didn't survive. It seemed that the little guy was extremely hungry, so he crawled out of his mother's cave. She went outside to look for food, and when she was full, she brought back half a leg of lamb to feed her mother. However, no matter how the little guy hummed and licked her mother, she was still a cold corpse, without any reaction.

The scene in the cave was so miserable that even a heartless person would feel uneasy when seeing this miserable scene. Seeing that the wounds on the Tibetan mastiff were a little smelly, and the blood lying on the ground had turned black, it seemed that she had been dead for two days. Because the cave was deep, it did not rot and did not attract flies. Belsinger also felt awe for this strong mother, and climbed into the cave himself to drag out the body of the female Tibetan mastiff.

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Then he told Brooke to go back and find two shovels. Half an hour later, the two dug a deep pit and buried the female Tibetan mastiff. Although there is no monument, it will not be eaten by other wild animals. The little Tibetan mastiff stayed very obediently by the side during the whole process. It howled when it saw its mother being buried.

After walking around the mother's grave for a while, he held the little Tibetan mastiff in his arms and said softly to comfort her. "Little guy, follow me from now on. I am your master. My name is Simba, which means lion. When you grow up, you will be as brave and good at fighting as a lion."